"Care to wager?" A guy asks. The group of six guys are clearly the last team, and look to be a mix of police and firefighters. They also look like they should be on a calender.

"Whatcha got in mind?" Jason asks.

"None of that! I need to borrow Jess for a moment, you guys are up in ten minutes, remember, it's for charity!" Oma drags me off while Chris just watches me like a hungry predator.

Once in the house she hands me one of Lacey's trashy shirts to slip on under mine and lays out the plan...

Chris, is gonna kill me.

I head back to the ring and everyone's already in place, as I head up to Chris drawing a curious glance from the guys.

"This is the final event, remember it's for a good cause, don't kill anyone and just play it up." I wrap my arms around his waist and lock eyes with him willing him to go with it. He gives me a quizzical look but nods. I head back and he smacks my butt, I catch Cyrus in his eyes.

"The event everyone's been waiting for," oma yells barely cutting over the crowd. Lacey runs over with a cordless mic.

"Thanks everyone for coming out, this year we've raised more money then any other year! Plenty to spread across all five charities," Lacey shouts out. The crowd cheers wildly.

"A big chunk of that is thanks to these two teams here. Let's hear it for our sexy men in uniform-" deafening cheers and whistles cut her off as cat calls ring out. "And Jess and her foxy fellows." I died laughing as the crowd roared equally loud. Foxy... dieing, ok maybe I am really drunk.

I looked around and saw Jace just drinking in the attention flashing that playboy smile like it was currency. Jason and Tim were right up there with him, Jude was our DD and far too sober for this level of attention, Chris just looked at me amused.

"Let's see how high we can set next years bar shall we? You know what time it is! Time to play put your money where your mouth is! See our guys with the red and blue buckets walking through the crowd? Money goes in, tshirts come off-" done, my eardrums are bleeding, as the crowd goes wild.

Fireman Dave is the first to step up as he struts around flashing panty droping smiles left and right as the cash flew into the buckets. He winks at me grabbing his shirt hem as he seductively peels it off to my rolling eyes.

Ok, maybe this wasn't exactly a wholesome party, but the motives were pure, charity and all. There's been enough drinking to make the Irish proud, but now it's degraded to Magic Mike level. Judging from the ear splitting noise the crowd approves, atleast the women do.

"Playboy, show em how it's done," I say with a laugh. Jace is in his glory as an attractive woman puts a cowboy hat on him... Oh no he has props now.

He dons his best playboy smirk and starts grinding on her as the crowd looses it. Magic Mike has nothing on Jace as he dances and grinds with this woman while slowly peeling off his shirt.

I swear to god mid way through his hip thrusting, shirt peeling spectical I saw red lace panties fly. Is it hot in here or just me? Must be the booze, yeah that's it!

One of the policemen went next and I just watched as the buckets filled. Tim tried to follow up Jace but the booze only took him so far. Another fireman strutted his stuff before Jason ripped his shirt off firing it into the swooning crowd.

I don't even know who went next on the opposing team but someone screamed for blondie next. Poor Jude was the only sober one of the lot and his cheeks were on fire.

Sensing his embarasment Lacey came over and really laid it on thick. Man o man did the money go flying as Lacey picked a member of the crowd to peel his shirt off. His bashful smile was so adorable.

My eyes were locked with Chris's as the other team took their turn. Lacey stepped up to Chris to take a similar approach, but he stepped away and up to me. I was trashed and my heart was hammering as he looked me up and down.

"If anyone is undressing me, it's you kitten," he says seductively. Bam, instantly soaked. I swallowed hard before sliding my hands to his hips. I bit my lip as I slowly raised his shirt mid way.

"How we doing Bill?" I asked over my shoulder. The crowd cried foul as I paused.

"Looking a little light Jess," Bill said dramatically shaking the bucket. I slowly slid his shirt back down, his eyes never left mine.

"No! Tease! Take it off," the crowd was getting riled up as the buckets really started to fill.

Eyes locked I pulled it off and kissed him deeply, not caring about the audience. Thank you whiskey! No matter how many times I saw him, each time he amazed me and made me weak in the knees. Tonight I'm sure the booze didn't help.

"Let's hear it for our men in uniform team captain," cheers and whistles. "Fireman Jake! Before we unwrap this present," she pauses running a finger down his chest, "what charity are you playing for?"

"Sick kids all the way," he shouted out flashing a platinum smile as the crowd cheered. "So dig deep and fill those buckets!" With that Lacey proceeded to seductively peel his shirt off.

As the crowd recovered Lacey made her way over to me. I knew the plan, I agreed to it when they laid it out and told me my role... But at this moment whiskey was on the run and Chris's intense scrutiny had me rethinking everything.

"And what about you Jess? Which charity are you guys fighting for?"

"All of them. They're all worthy causes and each one of these foxy fellows," I said, giggling at using the dubbed name. "Holds a different one dear, so we're gonna cover the spread-" the crowd went wild drowning out my last word.

"So what are you willing to do? It's for a good cause after all," Lacey says with a sly wink playing with my shirt hem. I hear Chris growl behind me, his brown eyes are locked on me as he clenches his jaw.

'Shit he's pissed.'

"You said tshirt for cash right?" I innocently ask turning away from chris. The male half of the crowd is hollering now as we tap into the rest for donations.

"Kitten," I hear Chris growl dangerously right behind me, I don't need to look to know just how pissed he is.

"Fair is fair big boy," she says winking at Chris to take my tshirt off. He growls lowly.

"Do you trust me?" I ask looking up at him. His eyes flicker between hazel and brown as he slowly nods. "Just the tshirt," I mumble to him as he finally catches on.

He pulls my back tightly against his chest as he holds my hips. I'm completely under his control as he drops his head to my neck. My body betrays me baring my neck fully to his lips. I couldn't supress my moan as his lips worked against my neck.

I melted against him fully as he smirked and moved his hands to the hem of my shirt. There was something so wrong about this but at this moment he had me mewling like a bitch in heat.

With a final cheer he had my tshirt off, like some trophy. The relief was clear in his eyes as he looked at my tight speghetti strap shirt.

"Dangerous line kitten," he growled into my ear.

"Have to keep it decent," Lacey reasoned with the crowd.

"I'm all cowboy," a drunk guy shouted from the crowd. The shirt had a slutty 'save a horse ride a cowboy' slogan. I felt Chris tense and growl.

"Clyde you drunken idiot, you see that fine ass hulk behind her? He'd break every bone in your body before you got anywhere near her. Go sit your drunk ass down," Lacey snapped, reigning the crowd in.

Chris only smirked at her assesment, not disputing any of it. Jace on the othed hand is grinning like an idiot, knowing full well what Chris was capable of.

"Think it's time to find out our winners, teams to your places!"

"Now who's enjoying pushing his buttons," Jace quietly teases me as he gets into possition behind me.

After the preshow the actual match was anti climactic. At first we were equally matched but the opposition didn't have the stamina we did and before long it was called.

I got lost in the group hug as everyone came in to congratulate us. I felt the familliar sparks as Chris enveloped me. Thank god the night was over, I was done.

Before long things were breaking up and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. We said our goodbyes and headed to the truck.

"Next year we're bringing a different DD," Jude bursts out. "I'm not doing this sober again." Everyone burst out laughin at that.

I slipped in against Chris as everyone piled in. I don't even know if we made it to the road before I was out. I only woke up once to Jace singing loudly off key. I groaned and burried my head further against Chris's chest as he cuckled and covered my ear.

"No," I protested as Chris pulled away. We must be back at the pack house and everyone was heading in.

"Come on baby, lets get you to bed," he says as he scoops me up. I know better then to argue with him and I'm enjoying the contact too much. His scent is addicting as I nuzzle his neck while my free hand wraps around the back of his neck. He stiffens but growls in approval.

Too soon he sets me down and I pout as he just chuckles. He walks to the closet and pulls out a tshirt after changing into sleep pants.

"Lets get that shirt off of you, I'll burn it tomorrow," he says with a scowl. He quickly pulled it off tossing it on the floor in disgust before pulling his shirt over me. I shrug off my jeans and he covered me up with the blankets.

My walls are down and his actions have me confused. He's never refused my advances before, maybe I did go too far tonight I think, frowning.

"What?" He asks with a frown.

"Is that why you don't want me?" I whisper, staring at the bed. In an instant he had pulled me in his lap and lifted my chin to look at me.

"Why would you think that?" He asks almost angry. "Baby I always want you," he says softer. "But I'm not going to take advantage of you while you're this drunk."

"Is it really taking advantage of me if I want you to?" I ask bluntly as he chuckles. He kisses me lightly as he caressed my cheek.

"You can barely keep your eyes open baby. This is good," he murmers stroking my hair as my head rests on his chest.

"I can live with this," I mumble breathing deeply. He just chuckles. "What are you thinking about?"

"You," he murmers, "us, all of this." He shrugs before continuing. "I never thought I'd find you, but here you are, in my arms and I never want to let you go."

"Don't, I'm all yours," I mumble sleepily.

"I'm still afraid you'll run," he admits. "The thought of loosing you scares the shit out of me." The sincerity and pain in his voice is sobering.

I look up and instantly wish I didn't, the worry and pain in his eye are too much to bare. I bring his lips to mine pouring my emotions into the kiss; I've always struggled to put them into words.

"I'm not going anywhere," I say eyes locked on his. "I love you, I will always come back to you." He looks relieved but still sad.

"Why do you think I'll run?" I ask trying to understand.

"My world is so different then what you're used to, dangerous." He pauses as if he's struggling with himself. "What if I want things you aren't prepared to give me?"

"Like what?" I ask suddenly sober and a bit scared.

"Like you here with me always. I want you to make this your home, I want you to want to be my Luna... You already are so many things to me and this pack, I want you to see it and be happy and build a family here with me."

Oh fuck he wants kids.

"See, I never bring it up because I know it scares you, even drunk the though of having my kid terrifies you," he says pained.

"It's not you-"

"Right," he scoffs.

"No really. I didn't think I'd ever find anyone, but then you came along... I'm scared to mess things up. I didn't exactly come from the best stock, when things got tough my mom dumped me and ran... I don't want to do that." The realization was hard, I'd never really thought about it before.

He hugged me tighter to him as we both considered things.

"You're not alone baby, I will always be with you. I'm not trying to pressure you or anything, there's no time limit either." He pauses letting his words sink in and calm me.

"For what it's worth, I think you'd be an amazing mother," he says kissing my head. "Our child would have so much love and support, it would want for nothing."

I can hear the smile and longing in his voice, and it pains me because I don't know if I can give him what he wants.